Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.